In fact, I am willing to bet
that even if you skip up a big steep hill 5 times a day while
pumping 5kg weights in each hand,
balancing a ping pong ball on your nose and
dropping every 8th step to do 70 pushups,
weeding will find some unused muscles, somewhere,
to cause you pain.

Just the way my hubby reaches for the telly remote but now checks out ABC and SBS

before the commercial stations.

Just the way I used to barrel through saying "me, me, me" when a video game was on offer but now I just sit back and watch while I crochet rather than take on my 7 year old son in battle.

Just the way that I lie awake in bed at night wondering what is "daggy" and what is "cool" these days.

Just the way that I find that my objects of housewife crushes are 40-something year old men rather than 20-something year old men.
Ashton Kutcher?
No thanks.
(Not that I dribble over Brad Pitt but did you know that he is 46?
Johnny Depp the same.
Now I feel old...)

(from susieqtn.com)

But I will take heart in that I do know who Justin Bieber is,
that I can and do still dance like a dag around the house in front of my kids to anything on the radio
and that I don't have to buy facial wax just yet.